The silver chime glade sang beneath a sky of shimmering twilight, its crystalline trees vibrating with notes that wove light into melody, each hum a thread of enchantment that lulled the heart. Petals of translucent quartz drifted, their soft clinks a siren's call, tugging at the mind with promises of eternal harmony. The air pulsed, radiant and heavy, a resonance that coiled around the soul, urging surrender to its song. Beyond a rift where the glade's heart thrummed with silver light, a chasm chimed—a crystalline hymn that radiated a force so pure it could bind the cosmos in its refrain. The Chime Veil, the eighty-sixth force, had awakened, its boundless melody of infinite power a lilting vow to ensnare Lin Feng's spirit in its song.